I was not sure whether I just wanted to fuck Mandy once or keep her for a whole weekend, but the thought of doing both pushed me over the edge. I felt myself bursting with cum as I wet the insides of my boxers with the image of Mandy’s pretty face predominantly in my thoughts.
She was capable of making me so hard and burst without warning despite her not being here with me. I started wondering what it would be like to actually be with her, to experience her softness and warmth.
She was a perfect lady, and it would be wise for me to make a move on her before somebody else noticed. It still surprised me that a girl as hot as she was was flying under the radar, out of reach for most of my horny teammates.
I was glad that Coach Kramer was making us do this match up because it would reduce controversies. And I felt pretty confident that I could hit it off with Mandy; considering she was my type, I was only hoping that she would feel the same.
My only concern with her was that she had probably heard stories about me. That would be a real blow to my plans to have her to myself because some girls blew me off after hearing about my reputation.
At first, I used to find it funny that girls could make decisions based on what they heard me doing with other girls. Some didn’t care, but for the most part, I had lost out on beautiful dates because of my poor reputation with girls.
Now, as I lay back on my couch, exhausted from jerking it, I was eager to make sure that everything would be perfect.
Since I knew what I wanted, I was ready to go for it with Mandy.
Chapter Four – Mandy
There was nothing more exciting than cheerleading for one of the biggest sports teams in history. It was a gig that enabled me to travel across the country and meet all sorts of new people. Plus, our team was going to the Super Bowl. The anticipation had everyone on edge.
However, on this particular morning, I was struggling to find motivation because of the cold. My best season was summer. I hated the winter in New York because it made me feel so inactive.
Our cheerleading coach eventually interrupted our practice at some point—much to my relief. She asked us to gather around her on the field because she had some important news for all the girls.
Once everybody was either standing or seated next to her, she informed us that a matchmaking exercise between the football players and the cheerleaders would happen before Valentine’s Day. It would be an excellent way to ensure squad morale.
As soon as the words left the coach’s mouth, I let out a loud groan. A couple of the girls snickered. The coach threw me a stern look but did not pursue it any further. I was quite frustrated at the idea of being set up with random football players for a date.
I was standing next to my best friend, Brianna. On hearing the news, she didn’t react as negatively as I did. In fact, she had a smile on her face.
“I don’t know why they keep pairing us up with the football players,” I whispered to her, annoyance building up inside me, “don’t they know that they’re all assholes?”
I found it stupid that the management staff wanted the cheerleaders and the players to hook up. This was not the first time, and I never thought it had any real benefits. Yes, everybody got along, but apart from that, it was a pointless exercise. The players were famous, but nothing was exciting about being in a relationship with one of them.
“I know why you’re complaining,” said Brianna, “it’s because of Drake, right?”
I looked over at my friend with a frown on my face, but I slowly nodded.
“Not all football players are like that,” she continued, “some of them are really nice.”
“I know you’re saying that because you’ve got a crush on one of the players. What’s his name — Steve?”
Brianna blushed, her face lighting up, but she refused to admit that she was crushing on one of the players. I felt good for her. She was able to find a decent person on the team that she could tolerate going out with. I was not sure I would have the same luck.
Just as I was mulling my misfortune, the cheerleading coach walked over to the far end of the field, returning with Felix. He was a tall, handsome player, perhaps one of the better-known tight ends in the NFL. He had quite a reputation on and off the field.
“Can I have your attention, all of you?” the coach announced, cupping her hands over her mouth.